I used to be sure of things, such as my future, my dreams, and my plans to move forward with what I want. I used to proceed with confidence and grace.
Somehow, somewhere, I lost that certainty and confidence. Maybe it is time or life experiences that wear you down. Perhaps it is in knowing that things are never as black and white as they seem that erodes these traits from us.
Maybe it is the innocence and brashness of our youth that allows us to pay no heed to how things may go wrong, or where all the pitfalls could be waiting for us.
While I miss some of that swaggering confidence, the considerations I find myself doing give me the tickles, in the right way, mind you! It is as if I am picking up pieces, examining them closely, seeing the value in things where once I made quick decisions about objects, and people. It is, in a way, a bit like savoring each delicious mouthful of a beautiful meal rather than devouring it in record speed.
Maybe the real gift with time passing is how we slow down, consider things, and enjoy the moments as they come.